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Talk about the starting gate. It’s like David had just been waiting for the word. As soon as my lips hit his, I realized he was as hungry for me as I was for him.
And here’s the difference: David took care of me.
The side of the car was too cold, so he stayed pressed up against it and rolled me over so I could lean into him. Which I did, body to body, mouth to mouth. He’s the perfect height for kissing. He’s the perfect a lot of things for kissing.
It wasn’t like with Alex—in no way was it like with Alex. David didn’t press or grope or rush. He treated me the way he treated Louisa—softly, tenderly, but with so much passion I couldn’t believe this was David Mayer I was kissing. He was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
The crutches got in our way, so I let those go and he supp
